Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Three Things
The chilly weather is continuing. It's only sixty-one degrees outside! This is an early cold spell, especially for Louisville, and it happened overnight this weekend. You'd think I would be used to the frequent and rapid changes to weather in this state by now, but if I haven't gotten used to it after twelve years, I'll probably never adjust. We've had a good bit of rain, too, and I realized that I neglected to waterproof the backpack I made this summer. So the theme of my three things today pulls from the surprisingly swift changes in Kentucky weather and my need to adapt better: an umbrella, a waterproof backpack, and a cute and warm coat.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Why I Love September
September is one of my favorite times of year. It's full of things I like.
School begins to get interesting but is fresh enough to not be annoying yet.
I celebrate my birthday (this Sunday).
And a few chillier days temper our hot, humid, sticky summers a bit and hint at what's to come.
School begins to get interesting but is fresh enough to not be annoying yet.
I celebrate my birthday (this Sunday).
And a few chillier days temper our hot, humid, sticky summers a bit and hint at what's to come.
I can't forget the sad things about September, but I must take an approach that I can manage: I remember, but I don't dwell.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Writing, Briefly
I used to fancy myself a writer--a clever, brilliant, witty writer of incredibly moving stories. At that time, I was in middle school. A few weeks ago, I came across my old writing journals and my stories made me laugh out loud. They were one part fantasy (in the style of Redwall), one part sci-fi (à la Star Wars), and many, many parts adorably bad. Perhaps they were fairly good for a sixth-grader, but I now find it a bit amazing that I repeatedly earned honorable mentions in my school's annual short story competition.
Sometimes I imagine that I'd start to enjoy creative writing again and imagine just the sort of place where I'd turn out novels that would end up dog-eared on a million nightstands, read over and over again until the pages fell out, and be loved as thoroughly as you can love a book. I imagine that if I had a perfect place in which to write, the stories and poems would create themselves. This is a rather Romantic notion of the writing process that I don't fully buy as well as something I've never been good at practicing, but it's the notion of creative writing that best suits the imagination.
Wouldn't you feel creative in either of these spaces? It has always been my dream to have the perfect little nook for writing; my own cabin would be absolutely perfect. Virginia Woolf had something quite write when she wrote that a person (generally) needs a room of one's own in order to write. Having a pleasing physical space can help create the mental space in which to write. I'm always attempting to create that physical space for myself, but I haven't gotten it quite right yet.
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Sometimes I imagine that I'd start to enjoy creative writing again and imagine just the sort of place where I'd turn out novels that would end up dog-eared on a million nightstands, read over and over again until the pages fell out, and be loved as thoroughly as you can love a book. I imagine that if I had a perfect place in which to write, the stories and poems would create themselves. This is a rather Romantic notion of the writing process that I don't fully buy as well as something I've never been good at practicing, but it's the notion of creative writing that best suits the imagination.
Wouldn't you feel creative in either of these spaces? It has always been my dream to have the perfect little nook for writing; my own cabin would be absolutely perfect. Virginia Woolf had something quite write when she wrote that a person (generally) needs a room of one's own in order to write. Having a pleasing physical space can help create the mental space in which to write. I'm always attempting to create that physical space for myself, but I haven't gotten it quite right yet.
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